I stood outside the front door re-taking an inventory of the supplies in my Hello Kitty backpack. Rope – check. Flashlight – check. Knife – check. Compass – check. Cookies – check. It didn’t matter that the rope was really yarn and the knife was just the common butter variety found in my mother’s kitchen. The important thing was that a warrior princess never went on an adventure unprepared.
I glanced at the house next door to make sure that my pesky neighbor nemesis wasn’t watching me then I sprinted down the front walk, ran past his house and two others, then stopped as I faced the three story apartment building where my adventure would begin. My task was simple – I merely had to enter the building through the dark, dank dungeon, make my way up to the top floor, then descend by the dilapidated stairs. All without being caught by the evil trolls that inhabited the building.
I took a deep breath, gathering courage, and made my way down the concrete slope that entered the dungeon. I stopped at the bottom and peered into the inky darkness. I could see a light at the far end and I set my sights on it, letting it guide me through. I walked slowly, careful not to wake the sleek, shiny, sleeping dragons that lay in rows on both sides of the dungeon. Halfway through I paused and hesitantly reached out a hand to touch one of the sleeping dragons. He was warm and I knew that meant he had been out rampaging recently. I put my hand back at my side and again concentrated on the light. A couple of times my heart sped up rapidly as I imagined that I heard one of the dragons coming to life, but none of them did and I reached my goal unscathed, breathing sighs of relief.
The light that I had followed led me to an old creaky elevator that went up and down three floors. I had to get in and take it up to the third floor which is where the worst of trolls lived – an old smelly one named Antonio. Antonio would roam the streets of our neighborhood late at night – looking for children to eat no doubt, which was why I never left the house after dark, and what was what made this mission all the more dangerous. The elevator doors opened and I stepped out hesitantly, fighting the urge to turn around and give up. I stood there until I heard the doors close behind me, then I started my way down the corridor. The quiet and the emptiness of the hall bolstered my courage and I made my way more quickly to the old stairwell. As I closed the door of the stairwell behind me I could hear an apartment door open and I knew that it must be Antonio coming out to get me. Normally I would take the stairs carefully, as they were rotting away and likely to give at any time. But with the troll on my heels I dashed down as quickly as I could until I reached the ground floor and then I tumbled through the doorway into the alley outside. I leaned against the door catching my breath with a smile. The first part of my adventure was over – a success.
With the trolls left behind, I then started down the alley. The alley was narrow with apartments and houses flanking each side. Low fences allowed me to look into backyards. I came to a stop next to one of these yards and faced the second part of my mission. I needed to scale the fence and begin a run through five backyards (and, consequently, five more fences to hop), until I reached the end of the street. I had to do this without being noticed. If caught, I was sure to be tortured, but even so I would never reveal what I knew (Of course, the things I knew would only be interesting to other ten year olds).
I climbed over the first fence with furtive glances cast in every direction except the direction I was going, so I never saw the kiddie pool with the kiddies in it until I was standing ankle deep in it. Two naïve toddlers gaped up at me and I quickly knelt to their level with a finger over my mouth. Even I knew that when you met children this age a mother was somewhere very nearby. It crossed my mind to give the children the choice of coming with me, away from the tyranny that they surely lived with, but decided that they would only slow me down. “You never saw me,” I whispered and I reached into my backpack for my cookies. That would only hold their tongues as long as they were full so I wasted no time in getting on my way.
I kept my guard and made my way cautiously to the end, always aware that I could be captured at any time. I scaled the final fence onto a sidewalk at the end of the street. I had completed my mission (although the adventure never ended), winding up down the block from my home. I started my walk back when suddenly from up in a tree I heard, “Whatcha doin’?” I looked up and to my dismay I saw him – my annoying neighbor, my most evil enemy. “Nothing,” I said as I hurried down the street wondering to myself if he would tell on me.